Convincing Leah (Surrender Book 9)

by Becca Jameson

  He scoops out bowls of ice cream for Eve and me before handing us the chocolate syrup and then the sprinkles, letting us put on however much we want.

  Colton declines, saying he’s too full, but Craig makes a small bowl for himself.

  As soon as we’re done, Colton announces that he and Eve need to get home. Something about her bedtime that makes her groan.

  We walk them to the door and I hug Eve once more. “Thank you for coming. And for listening to me. I feel better.”

  Eve smiles. “Any time. Call me if you need to talk.”

  “I will.”

  “And plug your phone in,” she admonishes. “I put it in your suitcase for you.”

  “I will. Thank you.”

  We watch as they head for their car and drive away.

  As soon as Craig shuts the door, he tips my head back. “Bath time.” He bends down and lifts me off the floor, settling me on his hip to carry me through the house.

  I giggle, feeling lighter than I would have expected after what could have been a difficult evening. Eve is a true friend, and I’m lucky to have her.

  Chapter 19

  Craig

  When I reach the bedroom, I lower Leah to the floor and playfully swat her bottom. “We need to do two things first.”

  “What?” she asks me.

  “Find your phone and plug it in and then lock your computer in the new safe.” I shuffle over to her open suitcase that we’ve done nothing with and rummage around until I pull out her cell phone and charger. “Got it.” I hand it to Leah and then snag her computer bag off the bed. “Come on.”

  She follows me across the hall.

  “Why don’t you plug your phone in and set it on the dresser.”

  She lifts her gaze to me. “Am I allowed to use it whenever I want?” She stands next to me, still holding the phone as if I’ve confused her.

  I take it from her hands and plug it in next to the dresser. “You know a lot of littles who don’t have phone privileges don’t you?”

  She nods, her eyes wide and curious.

  I cup her chin. “For now, I want you to be able to call Eve whenever you need her or anyone else for that matter. Master Quinten. Roman. Lucy. I’m sure you might have questions or need a friend or advice from someone other than me. I won’t take that away from you.”

  “Okay.”

  “We’re navigating through this new arrangement together here, sweetheart. I’m winging it with you. Watching your reactions. What matters is making sure your needs are met. Everything we’re doing is subject to change, okay?”

  She nods.

  “We’ll reevaluate as we need to. I don’t want to put a date or time on anything. I know Master Quinten suggested you let yourself be little for a week and then meet with him, but I don’t want you to feel like that’s locked in stone. One hour, one day at a time. If you’re not comfortable with something, you tell me and we’ll change it, got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “So, yes. You may use your phone anytime you want without permission. Call people or text them if you feel like you need someone. Google whatever you want if you have questions. Would I give you free rein to use electronics like that long-term if you were my little girl? No.” I grin at her and kiss her nose.

  “Okay.” She smiles, seeming relieved.

  Good. I don’t want her to feel stressed right now. This experiment is meant to help relieve her stress. If all I do is pile onto it, I’m not helping. And that brings us to the next task.

  I open the closet and squat down to point out the safe I had installed earlier today while she was deep in nap number two on the couch. I pull the door open and slide her computer inside before shutting it and glancing up at her. “You can program the keypad for whatever sequence of numbers you want. You might want to call Eve and tell her the code tomorrow just in case anything happens to you.”

  She drops to her knees next to me as I hand her the instructions.

  I rise and kiss the top of her head. “Come to the bedroom when you’re done.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I leave her there and head for the master bath to get the hot water started.

  A few minutes later, she joins me, rushing into my arms and hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome, sweet girl.” I rub her back. It chokes me up that she’s so grateful for such a small gesture. “Let’s get you in the tub.” I ease her out of my embrace and pull her dress over her head before lowering her panties. I turn her around to face the tub. “Bend over. Brace your hands on the tub so I can see your bottom.”

  She hesitates and then does as instructed.

  I lean close, one hand on the small of her back, the other smoothing over her bottom. “Not even pink.” I give her a pat. “Just wanted to make sure I didn’t strike you too hard this morning.”

  “You didn’t, Sir. I can’t even feel it anymore.” She turns to face me.

  “Good. That means I can spank you again after your bath.”

  She smiles slowly. The idea pleases her.

  I tweak her cheek. “I thought you’d like that plan. I bet you’re feeling stressed after having Eve and Colton over for the evening.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She shudders, and I can tell she’s struggling to stand before me so exposed.

  I slide my hands down her thighs and then hold her hip with one while stroking through her folds with the other.

  Her breath hitches, and she rises up onto her tiptoes.

  I pull her between my legs. “You’re wet. Daddy can take care of that too if you want?”

  She nods, blushing adorably.

  I’m going to give her choices because I want all of her needs to be met. “Would you like me to finger you in the tub until you come, sweet girl?”

  She nods again.

  “Or…would you like Daddy to have sex with you?”

  She bites her lip, nodding yet again.

  I chuckle. “Both?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “That can be arranged too. Just one more question.” I adore how she fidgets when she’s little and naked. She keeps leaning in toward me as if she can hide that way. I grip her hips and set her back a few inches. “What order do you want to have these three experiences? Orgasm, sex, and spanking.”

  “Mmm.” She ponders my question. “I think orgasm, spanking, and then sex.”

  “Perfect.” I lift her off the floor and set her in the tub. “On your bottom, sweetheart.”

  She sits quickly and waits patiently while I pull the bands from her hair.

  I love how she lets me pamper her in the tub. She doesn’t fuss or argue at all. She lets me wash her hair, put conditioner in it, and then wash her body. After washing her arms and legs and tummy and back, I rub the cloth over her breasts until she arches and starts to whimper. “Lean back, sweet girl. Lift your feet over the sides of the tub.”

  She’s shaking as she obeys me, opening herself up wide.

  I slide the washcloth down between her legs and clean her before letting go of the cloth to stroke her with my fingers.

  She grips the sides of the tub with her hands, moaning when I push a finger into her.

  “That’s a good girl,” I praise as I press my thumb against her clit.

  She attempts to lift her butt off the bottom of the tub, but I hold her down with a hand on her inner thigh as I pull my finger out of her pussy and trail it down to her tighter hole. I watch her closely as I tap the sensitive muscles of her rectum.

  Her lips quiver, but she doesn’t protest or panic. In fact, she tips her head back and moans.

  I take that as permission and ease my finger into her rear.

  The gasp that comes out of her mouth is precious. “Craig…” She’s shaking.

  “Does that feel good, sweet girl?” I ask as I ease my finger in and out of her bottom.

  She nods.

  I’m so glad she doesn’t have issues with anal penetration. I know I can send her to the stratosp
here if I fill both holes. “Have you had anal sex before, Leah?”

  She shakes her head. “No, Sir.”

  “Have you used plugs or vibrators in here?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Am I the first to penetrate your little rosebud?”

  She nods again, not looking at me.

  I slide my thumb into her pussy, letting her get used to the feeling of having both holes filled at once. I’m once again humbled by this sweet girl. She hasn’t even flinched as I introduce something new to her. That tells me a lot about the level of trust she has in me.

  After teasing her holes with slow easy strokes, I pull both fingers out and return my attention to her clit, rubbing it hard and fast, watching her face as she gasps.

  Moments later, she shatters for me, her body convulsing with the release. She’s still white-knuckling the sides of the tub and holding her thighs open. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and my dick is so very hard.

  Thank God she has listed sex on tonight’s agenda. I’m going to explode soon.

  I remove my fingers from between her legs and as she catches her breath, quickly rinse off her hair and grab a big fluffy towel. As I help her out of the tub, I wrap her trembling body quickly and lift her off the floor before she collapses.

  I set her on my lap while I pat her dry, grabbing another towel to squeeze most of the moisture out of her hair.

  She leans against my chest while I awkwardly work a comb through her hair. “That feels so good,” she moans.

  I smile. “When I comb your hair?”

  “Yes. My mother couldn’t do it. She didn’t have the strength. I combed her hair instead.”

  I love when she gives me another little piece of information about her childhood. It makes my heart squeeze, and I feel sad for what Leah missed out on, but she’s not angry or bitter. She loved her mom and is grateful to have had her for as long as she did. The things she missed out on don’t cause her despair. They’re just facts.

  I can fill these holes if she’ll let me. And I will for as long as she permits me to do so.

  When I’m done with her hair, I carry her to the bedroom and deposit her on the bed, tugging the towel away from her and leaving her naked and sprawled out in front of me.

  I lean over her and kiss her sweet lips.

  She reaches for my shirt, tugging at it until I help her pull it over my head with one hand.

  “Here’s what I’d like to do,” I tell her.

  She’s smiling, so open and eager and willing. She’s more adult than little in my bed right now, so her modesty has fled.

  “I’d like to flip you over, put a pillow under your belly so that your bottom is in the air, and then spank you. After that, I’d like to stretch your tight rosebud open with a plug and then fuck you so hard that you end up screaming.”

  She smiles broader. “I like this plan.”

  “You liked my finger in your bottom, didn’t you?”

  She flushes, which is half the reason I wanted to verbalize it again. “Yes.” Her voice is soft.

  I run my hands up and down her hips and thighs before leaning over and flicking my tongue over her nipple.

  She whimpers, her chest arching, her hands coming to my biceps.

  I lift my face to meet her gaze again. “Your instant willingness to experiment with anal tells me you’ve thought about it.”

  She nods.

  I kiss her lips. “In the future, if there’s something you want to experience, tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I rise up and pat her hip. “Flip over for me.”

  She scrambles to arrange herself on her hands and knees along the edge of the bed.

  “Good girl.” I pull two pillows under her belly. “Drop to your elbows.”

  She does as I tell her, leaving her bottom in the air.

  I palm her cheeks. “Knees wider.”

  She spreads them apart several inches, panting at the same time.

  I know the added exposure heightens every sensation.

  I start slow, swatting her bottom and the backs of her thighs with less impact than I had last weekend at the club. I want this to be more sensual. I want her writhing with need but not so deep in subspace that I lose her like I did last week.

  The spankings should take the edge off her craving without leaving her so depleted that she passes out. If I’m going to spank her often, I need to control the impact.

  She moans adorably as I pepper her skin with dozens of swats until I’m satisfied with how pink she is. I can’t help but lean over and kiss her rosy cheeks while I rub her heated flesh.

  She squirms, needing more. I’m going to give it to her, but not with my palm.

  With one hand on her bottom, I reach over and pull the drawer open on the bedside table. I grab several items and set them on the bed between her legs.

  I need two hands to open the package and pull out the small plug. After that, I pop the lid on the lube and drizzle it down the plug before pressing my hand to the small of her back and letting some of the lube drip down between her cheeks.

  She wiggles her butt, probably because it was cold.

  I use the plug to spread the slippery substance around her entrance.

  “Please…” she moans.

  “My girl is so eager.” I press the tip of the plug against her tight muscles, eliciting a deeper moan from her. “Ready, sweet girl? I’m going to push it in. The stretch will seem like a lot for a moment, but take a few deep breaths and let it settle inside you.”

  She nods, squirming.

  I ease the plug forward and back out several times before pushing it all the way into place. The moment her ring of muscles settles around the groove, she cries out. “Oh, God.”

  “Feel good?” I spin the pink knob around in circles to heighten her awareness.

  “Feels strange. Full.”

  I tap it and push on it several times until she whimpers.

  “It’s going to feel even tighter when I get my cock inside you, sweet girl.” I tug the pillows out from under her and ease her onto her back, turning her so that her bottom is at the edge of the bed.

  She’s so beautiful. Every inch of her. Warm and needy. Open and willing. Desperation is in her eyes, calling to me.

  I lift her hands to her tits. “Play with these nipples for me while I take off my jeans.”

  She gasps as her fingers stoke her stiff buds. Her head rolls to the side. “Craig…” She’s shaking now, her legs wide open, the pink button of the plug visible between her cheeks.

  I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, rip open a condom, and roll it on. Planting my hands on her inner thighs, I line myself up with her pussy. “Look at me, Leah.”

  She blinks as she meets my gaze.

  I smile. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I’m going to thrust in fast, okay?”

  She nods. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” A second later, I make good on that promise, driving myself all the way to the hilt. My vision clouds as her tight channel surrounds me, the grip tighter since she has that plug inside her.

  She cries out, her palms flattening on her breasts.

  I drop my hands to the mattress on both sides of her and ease almost out before thrusting in deep again.

  “Oh my God,” she yells. “That feels so good. Do it again.”

  I grin as I oblige her, this time thrusting several times in a row until I need to stop or I’ll come too soon. Holding myself deep to get control, I find her clit with my thumbs and stroke the edges, not giving her exactly what she craves. “Pinch your nipples for me, sweetheart.”

  She whimpers as she obeys me.

  “Harder. Make it hurt.”

  Her mouth falls open and her head tips back the moment she pinches them with more force. I choose that second to pinch her clit, and her orgasm rushes to the surface without warning.

  For a few seconds, I watch her body convulse, but then I grab her hips and fuck her harder until I
reach my own release not long after hers.

  This is only the second time I’ve been inside her. I’m going to have to start fucking her more regularly or jerk off earlier in the day first because I can’t seem to keep from coming in less than a minute when I’m inside her.

  The plug didn’t help. Nor did watching her expressions and the way she pinched her nipples for me. But mostly it’s a byproduct of how damn much I feel for her.

  I’ve never felt this strongly about a woman before. Not even my ex-wife. We were young and naïve when we got married. We grew up together, but we never had this kind of connection. It wasn’t in the cards for us.

  With Leah, sex is a powerful explosion that leaves both of us panting.

  She has a goofy smile on her face. Blissed out. Sexy.

  Mine.

  Chapter 20

  Leah

  When I wake up, I slowly glance around to get my bearings. Craig isn’t in the room with me, and as I push to sitting, I notice a piece of paper on his pillow.

  I pick it up and read his note.

  Went for a run, sweetheart. I’ll probably be back before you wake up.

  The need to pee causes me to slide from the bed and pad into the bathroom. I’m naked. After Craig cleaned me up and removed the delicious plug from me last night, he didn’t give me one of his T-shirts or one of the new nightgowns I know he bought me.

  We slept naked, him spooning me. I was so relaxed and sated from the perfect spanking and then the amazing sex that I fell asleep instantly.

  When I come out of the bathroom, I look around for a shirt. He hasn’t left one on the floor or at the foot of the bed. I feel exposed and…lonely, so I cross the hall and enter my new room. It’s smaller than the master bedroom. Cozy. Pink. Beautiful.

  I pull open a drawer and grab a nightgown, lowering it over my head until it falls into place, landing a few inches below my bottom. It’s pink with lace at the hem and puffy sleeves. It’s also sheer. Sexy in a way. The style and cut are for a little girl, but the fabric is nearly see-through. My nipples pebble as the soft material grazes over them.

  I feel both young and sexy at the same time. Without hesitating, I shuffle toward the bookshelf where Craig has filled an entire shelf with stuffed animals. I peruse them for a moment, deciding that the soft white polar bear is my favorite.